Right then it seemed more like a human hospital waiting room with all the beings in it. Some paced back and forth; a few huddled together on the couches, but the ones that had Tia worried were the ones standing around shouting accusations towards Grimm that weren’t doing anything to help.
“This is a waste of time.”
“What do you plan on doing?”
“Where the bloody fucking Hel is my kid?”
“Should have known something like this would happen with you idiots in control.”
“That’s because the queen is nothing but a raging, hormonal bitch.”
“Ah fuck.” This was said by Tialanna, Chandler, and Grimm as one as soon as those last words were said, knowing exactly what they would trigger. Bran was barely holding it together as it was, so for someone to just all out and disrespect Tia like that with no regard… The only thing they could do at that point was to step back and allow Bran’s true nature to take its course.
The pure, awkward, and kind Bran persona was gone in an instant as the true demon violently broke free before everyone’s view, views that varied from shocked, to awed, to scared shitless. Though one, an incubus, looked relieved as he stepped out of the shadows he had cloaked himself in. Apparently he decided there was no sense in hiding anymore since he was no longer the only demon around. Not that anyone was paying much attention to him anyway. No, they were staring openmouthed at the much larger demon who stood before them, roaring out his rage, spraying spittle on anyone with the bad luck of being close enough to him, his mouth open wide enough to swallow a head whole. He was also stark-ass naked.
Tia sat there, trying to gauge whether there were more stares focused on how large and tall he stood, or on the rather large phalange that lay in wait down past the middle of his thighs, that, along with the tail in the back, looked as though he could whip everyone’s ass with it. One of the males who had been bickering had a lights-out moment and plain passed out.
Chandler rushed over to where the idiot who’d let the damn near fatal infraction pop out of his mouth stood staring in abject horror and fear, placing himself between the two. “All right now, let’s not literally bite the poor sod’s head off. I’m sure he didn’t mean to let that idiotic choice of words spew from his lips. I’m also quite more than sure his foul mouth already regrets what leaked out of it.”
Right as the fool was getting ready to form the words thank you with his traitorous lips, Chandler pulled back and socked the shit out of him with first a right hook, followed by a jaw-breaking left jab with fingers that no longer held any flesh, just skeletal digits stronger than steel. Being a decomposing vampire did indeed have its advantages.
The offending vampire fell to a heap at Chandler’s feet and Chandler shook his hand while his skin reformed as he looked over at the rest of the unruly mob. “Now, is there anyone else who would like to offend our lovely wife and end up like this dumb bloke at my feet? Or are you ready to settle down as though we are all civilized beings and try and figure out what exactly has happened, and why, so all our children may be found? Fancy you blokes didn’t realize we too have a stake in what’s going on. So how about you all sit down and shut the fuck up so we can discuss everything? Including the big oaf of a demon standing in the middle of the room who just blew his guise, thanks to you lot.”
Demon Bran harrumphed at that last statement, which sounded odd coming from his demonic throat. He hadn’t planned on discussing a damned thing about himself. All he intended to do was threaten them into keeping their mouths shut. He looked over at Tia shaking her head at him in warning not to kill the villagers, so to speak.
As hard as he had tried to maintain his façade he had to admit, if only to himself, it did feel good to be within his own skin. With all that was going on right now, if this was the only relief he could get, he’d take it. Although, seeing Chandler defend their ladylove’s honor was about to have his member standing at full attention.
So he flashed into a pair of sweat pants so the females, and some of the males, could avert their gazes and focus on details other than his anatomy; details that could actually help. He also flashed himself a plush, black, velvet nine-foot throne with silver chrome surrounding it that could accommodate his full demonic form.
He also flashed thrones for the woman and man he loved by his side, all three in the forefront of the room. He flashed in a doggy bed beside them for Grimm, which earned him a begrudged growl in thanks. Yes, he still held hatred for the male. Any male who couldn’t man up and take whatever was thrown at him, whatever torture, pain, and/or responsibility, was no more than a bitch in his book.
But, when they all went to sit and Tia and Chandler gave him that look, he went ahead and flashed Grimm in a folding chair. What? It was better
